Wiser than Amrân’s Son art thou,
who ken’st so well the world-to-be,
The Future when the Past is not,
the Present merest dreamery;
What know’st thou, man, of Life? and yet,
forever twixt the womb, the grave,
Thou pratest of the Coming Life,
of Heav’n and Hell thou fain must rave.
The world is old and thou art young;
the world is large and thou art small;
Cease, atom of a moment’s span,
To hold thyself an All-in-All!